Kerrr...pow... this one is for you, Hunter.

The funkraum pulls-out leading a three-ship unit swinging north, deep,
deep in enemy territory and approaching radar alley.

Obituaries not my favorite turn of prose....but...

All people view the world through the lens of their perception. Hunter
viewed it through his lens and told it like he saw it within his
writings. And it was for this which we loved him.

The images projected were the screaming tortured monsters of the id -
that which inhabits the everyday shell, and gives the clay life. The
images were only disturbing to those who had not already realised they
were there, for

"He who makes a beast of himself relieves himself of the pain of being
a man"

A-close-personal-friend-whose-opinion-I-trust .... met him at one or
two parties in the Seventies. But said that HST did not receive as
many invitations as he would have done due to his propensity to draw
and shoot at garden ornaments, architectural features, et cetera.

The sort of guy you could trust. Share adventures with. Definitely not
the kind of guy who would have a blank professional video tape left on
the front seat of a guy's Ferrari.

I shall be back, perhaps not for some months to come. But Hunter will
never be.

Hunter S. Thompson 1937-2005